The first thing that Mary Ann noticed when she woke up was that the canoe wasn't moving. It wasn't simply that the storm had calmed but they weren't moving at all. Was this another lull or was the storm really over? Or had they actually landed somewhere?

"Gilligan, wake up." She tapped his shoulder.

He rolled over and nuzzled her. She could feel his hardness against her leg. "Mmm, Mary Ann. Can we do it again?"

She smiled. The sex hadn't lived up to her expectations, but she had heard that sometimes it wasn't very good the first time, especially for the woman. It hadn't been painful, but it had been very quick. She smiled because he had clearly enjoyed it, and she had the feeling it would be better for her the next time. Then she sighed. That time would have to wait.

"Not yet, Gilligan. We need to find out what's happening with the storm."

"Storm?" He cocked his head like a puppy. "I don't hear it anymore."
"Right. And we're not moving."

"Do you think we've landed somewhere?"

To her surprise he held his finger to his lips. Then he listened more carefully. He mouthed, "I hear footsteps." His hearing was keener than hers, maybe from all the time he spent communicating with animals. Footsteps indeed meant they'd landed, but were the inhabitants friendly or hostile? She suddenly wished they weren't naked. She silently pulled one bedroll over them, leaving only their faces exposed. They couldn't hide at this point, but they could at least preserve their modesty.

"Gee, a canoe!" exclaimed a voice that could've belonged to a boy or a girl. The important thing was that he or she was speaking English with an American accent. That was a good sign, she hoped.

"See, I told you that the tiki was good luck," said another voice, a little boy's she thought.

"Tiki!" Gilligan exclaimed. His superstition had got the best of him.

Both children screamed, probably startled by a man's voice coming out of the canoe.

"OK, cool it, you guys." This voice sounded like a teenage boy's, deeper than the other two but not yet a man. This voice came closer and said, "Anybody in there?"

"Of course they're in there," said the first voice.

"Tell them we come in peace."

"They're not Indians, Dum-Dum," said the third voice.

"We're Americans," Gilligan said.

" 'We'?" said the third voice. "How many of you are there?"

"Gee whiz, Greg, how many do you think could fit in there?" said the first voice.

The little boy said, "Yeah, it's a canoe, not a clown car."

"It's just me and Mary Ann."

"Do you have any weapons?"

"Greg, they wouldn't tell us if they did," said the first voice.

"We're unarmed," Gilligan said.

"So are we," said the little boy.

The teenager, Greg, said, "Shut up." Then he spoke towards the canoe. "OK, I'm going to take the tarp off. Don't try anything funny."

"We won't," Gilligan said.

Mary Ann really wished there were a way to put on her clothes. If they were going to leave the canoe, it would have to be wrapped in the bedrolls. She was glad to be rescued of course, but she wished the circumstances were very different.

Greg fumbled at the tarp and Gilligan did what he could to help from inside. Then the tarp was folded back and the first thing Mary Ann saw was a beautiful blue sky. Then she saw three tan boys with dark, curly hair peering in.

"Um, hi, I'm Gilligan and this is Mary Ann."

The boys stared at them and then the oldest, Greg, said, "I'm Greg Brady. And that's Peter and Bobby, my brothers."

"Nice to meet you," Mary Ann managed to say.

"I think they're harmless," said the little one, Bobby.

"Uh, Miss, do you need any help out?" asked Peter, his voice breaking.

"It's Ma'am," she said, smiling a little because they were the first strangers she was meeting as a married woman. "And actually we could use a few minutes of privacy."
"What for?" Bobby asked.

Both his brothers hit him on the head and then Greg said, "Yeah, sure. We'll wait for you a few yards up the beach."

"Thank you," she said.

After the boys walked away, Gilligan pulled the tarp down and they did their best to get dressed again.

"Wow, we're really rescued!" he whispered. "After all these years!"

She didn't think the boys had technically rescued them, since the canoe had landed on its own. Still, the Bradys might be able to help them. "I wonder where we are. We should've asked them."

"Well, it's someplace in America. Maybe Hawaii or even California."

"That would have to be some storm to take us to California."

"Wherever it is, I'm going to get a hot dog and licorice as soon as I can."

She laughed. "Oh, Gilligan." She kissed his cheek.

"Well, first let's find a nice hotel," he said in a very suggestive, but still Gilligany way.

She blushed. "Good idea." Of course, for all they knew they could be miles from any hotel. But maybe the Brady family would let them stay with them for one night. The boys were too young to be there on their own, and their parents were presumably close by.

Once they were both dressed, they folded back the tarpaulin and stood up. She felt like it would take her awhile to get her land legs. She looked around. "Oh, Gilligan, I think it is Hawaii. Look at the white sand and the palm trees."

"Sounds like back home," he said, and she knew he meant their island.

"Well, back home didn't have buildings that were more than one story." She pointed in the distance, where she could see what looked like shops and a hotel.

"Wow, civilization!"

She smiled. "Yes."

Then she saw the boys waving at them. They seemed to have a big family. There was their father, mother, and what might be an aunt. And there were three very lovely girls, with hair of gold like their mother, the youngest one in curls.

"It looks like we'll have a lot of help carrying the canoe."

She laughed and nodded. Then the bunch of people rushed over and she realized it was the biggest crowd she'd seen in years.